The Luxury Private Jet Takes the Stage Again

At the private apron of John F. Kennedy International Airport in New York, the dazzling sunlight made the shells of countless private jets gleam brilliantly.

A convoy of stretched Lincoln limousines moved through the private apron, while Kim Taeyeon and Im Yoon-ah spoke quietly inside one of the cars.

"Unnie Taeyeon, are these all private jets? Why are there so many?" Im Yoon-ah asked softly.

"To be honest, I was shocked too. But this is New York, the place with the most wealthy people in the world. It's normal to have more private jets here... right?" Kim Taeyeon replied.

There were simply too many private jets before them, leaving them almost overwhelmed.

Looking at those jets that represented identity, wealth, and status, Im Yoon-ah could not help feeling nervous and excited.

Her fingers kept winding around her long chestnut hair, a small habit she had whenever she was nervous.

"Unnie Taeyeon, what do you think Lin Yuan Oppa's plane will be like?" Yoona asked softly, unable to hide the anticipation in her voice. "I wonder how it compares to President Lee's Boeing 737 private jet."

"Lin Yuan Oppa?"

Kim Taeyeon immediately noticed the way Im Yoon-ah addressed him.

Oppa roughly meant "older brother" in Chinese.

But in Korean context, women generally only used that form of address for an older man they were close to.

What had happened between Lin Yuan and Im Yoon-ah?

Having her change in address so keenly noticed by Kim Taeyeon, Im Yoon-ah felt a little embarrassed as well.

She had accidentally exposed her subconscious.

Sneaking into Lin Yuan's room last night had brought some kind of breakthrough in her relationship with him.

When she entered Lin Yuan's private phone number, she had saved it as: A Lin Yuan Oppa.

Im Yoon-ah was certain that Lin